Friday, August 7, 2015

Poem: Closing the Sea-Washed Gates

Today, another weary thoughtOf how this world, this fearful worldShould forget the strides of workers pastShould let the deep, crass pockets of ruthlessnessCog the wheels of Justice with dirty needlesDug beneath the skin of Kindness and CompassionThe daughters and sons of Honesty and HopeHow can this land, this golden land, wonWith the blood of the native childrenBy the blood of unsuspecting dreamersCome to this: the disrespect of all SheHas become, to fight for flags of oppressionAt the cost of the flag of freedomTo rail against the promise of HerOnce open arms for the tired, the poor;Where once the homeless, tempest tossedSought relief on these teeming shores, nowWe are the wretched, huddled massesWill Lady Liberty ever proudly lift HerBeacon hand once more?Her own lost and loyal children quail inFear that she shall soon fall uponThe shifting sands of selfishness, andUnrepentant evil

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I earned my M.Div. at Claremont School of Theology in Claremont, California, but I learned most everything else from this thing called life!

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